A Good Weeend for Old Men

Nick and Mimi are the central characters in the Diary of a Happy Cuckold stories. They have lived very privileged lives having been born into wealthy families. While on Holiday in Ibiza they discovered two things that crop up throughout this story; The C&B scene, a very exclusive and secretive Sex society that promotes open sexual experiences for consenting adults. It was also in Ibiza that they discovered Duroen, a highly powerful but illegal aphrodisiac.

Part 1 -- Meeting the Mysterious Mr Moretti and entertaining his friends

It was only a couple of weeks after returning from my 21st birthday weekend that we were off on another adventure.

In that fortnight Raul had shown me how the security system worked and showed me some test recordings that he, Jason and Greta had made; they were very enjoyable, especially Greta's towel drop for the delivery man. He'll never get a tip like that again.

We got the all clear in our monthly visit to the society clinic. Mimi and Greta visited the beauty parlour to get their hair done and enjoy another group sex massage; apparently there wasn't even an attempt at disguising it as a massage. I got back into a regular gym regime, Mimi joining me on most occasions. But soon it was time to get ready for our trip to Deal.

Two older society members, Charles and Henry invited us to visit them on the Kent coast. The invite came shortly after we returned from Ibiza when we were, and still are, fledgling members of the society and we felt flattered to be invited so we accepted their invite, booked a hotel and were ready to go. Mimi was really looking forward to it.

Friday 20th August 2004

The weather was lovely when we set off so we took the Audi Convertible.

"I hope to get plenty of cock this weekend," Mimi said smiling.

"I'm sure you will," I replied smiling back at her.

A pleasant two-hour drive later we arrived at the hotel. It was only noon but I had paid for an early check-in. We checked in and the porter took our bags to our room. We were about to follow him when the receptionist called me back.

"You have a message Mr Stevens," she told me handing me a folded note. I read it as we entered the lift.

"Dear Mr Stevens, my name is Maurice Moretti. Your father is a friend and business associate of mine. I would like to invite you and your wife to join me for lunch today at two o'clock at the Wellesley restaurant. It is close to your hotel. I hope to see you later but would understand if you can't make it.

Regards

Mo Moretti"

That was it. There were no contact details. Once we were in the room I passed the note to Mimi.

"What do you make of that?"

"Intriguing," she replied, "do you think we should go?"

We discussed it as we unpacked. As usual Mimi had packed enough clothes for a week.

The note had piqued our interest enough to at least find out what the Wellesley restaurant was like.

I googled it on my phone and was pleasantly surprised to see it was a very high-end restaurant rated as the best in Deal. It was also very close; five minutes' walk at most. We decided to accept the invite from the mysterious Mr Moretti.

We checked out the room while we got ready. It was more a suite as it had a generous living room and a separate en-suite bedroom. A balcony ran the entire length of the room that could be accessed from both the living room and the bedroom. It overlooked a small area of parkland and what appeared to be a pub beer garden. Because of the way the ground sloped the footpath through the park was almost level with our balcony even though we were on the first floor. Mimi took the opportunity to flash anyone that may be looking as she got changed.

Mimi wore a purple backless Mini dress. It was classy but showing enough flesh to turn heads. She swapped the tote bag for a large white Gucci handbag. It was big enough to take most of the stuff from the tote bag. She chose to wear white six-inch stilettos and a wide brimmed floppy white hat. She could have been on the cover of Vogue.

I had packed a white linen suit which I wore over a black t shirt. The suit was very rumpled but worn with a pair of Italian loafers, no socks of course, I looked presentable.

As we were ready early we decided to have a drink in the hotel bar. We sat at the bar as we drank our rum and cokes. I sent a text to my dad asking him about Mr Moretti. He replied confirming that he was a good friend and that we could have a lot of fun with him.

I showed Dad's reply to Mimi.

"That makes it even more intriguing," Mimi said, "We have to meet him now."

"If he and Dad are good friends, I'm surprised I don't remember the guy. I can't recall him at all."

"No worries," Mimi replied, "let's go meet our mystery man."

When we arrived at the restaurant the Maître D met us at the door.

"Do you have a reservation?" he asked in a well-practiced but false French accent. Putting on my best public-school voice I replied "Mr Moretti has invited us to dine with him." He called over one of the waiters and told him to show us to Mr Moretti's table. He led us through a very elegant dining area to a table at the back of the restaurant. Mr Moretti stood as we approached the table. He certainly had a presence. In his early fifties he cut a fine figure standing a little short of six feet tall with broad shoulders. He was a snappy dresser and his clothes showed he was a wealthy man.

"You must be Mr and Mrs Stevens," greeting us with a handshake. "I'm so glad you accepted my invitation."

"Please call us Nick and Mimi," I said as we took our seats at his table.

"And please call me Mo," he replied. "Mimi, your father-in-law understated your beauty."

"Thank you," Mimi said blushing. I could tell she was smitten already.

"So how do you know my father," I asked.

"We have been friends for many years. I knew your mother and I also know your parents as well, Mimi," Mo said. "I remember you as young children."

"I'm sorry but I can't remember you," Mimi said.

"You were only very young when I had to move abroad but I remained in contact with Ben and we still do some business together." He replied.

"Should I ask why you had to move abroad?" I asked.

"Speak to your dad about it sometime," he replied. "In the meantime, shall we take advantage of the great food and wine on offer?"

Mo ordered a bottle of Malbec and a bottle of Chablis and we started enjoying the quality wine. He recommended the seafood platter and we ordered a platter for three. The waiter explained that it would take half an hour to prepare. As Mo said that gave us more time to enjoy the wine.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" Mo asked us.

"We hadn't really made any plans for today," I replied.

"I think we probably would have had sex on the balcony as it had a great view," Mimi replied. "Then we probably would take some risqué photos around the town."

"I know you're an exhibitionist from the society pages."

"Are you a member?" I asked.

"I am but I'm not active."

"Uncy Benji said we could have a lot of fun with you," Mimi said

"I'm sure we can," Mo said smiling.

"From the society pages you must also know that we have an open relationship," I added.

"You must know I love sex," Mimi said

"I certainly do and I hope to help you enjoy your day."

The food arrived. It was excellent. While we ate Mo told us that he owned several clubs in resorts along the Kent coast. He explained that the clubs were members only Sporting clubs providing adult entertainment.

"So, what sort of entertainment do your clubs provide?" I asked

"Well, they're not knocking shops if that's what you're thinking," he replied laughing. "It's mainly sportsmen's dinners and occasionally I'll put strippers on. Thanks to the rise of internet porn the stripper shows are nowhere near as popular as they once were; we get bigger crowds for the top boxing and football matches. Even though England didn't do well this summer's Euro tournament was popular at all of my clubs."

"So how many clubs do you have?" I asked.

"Four," he replied. "One here in Deal. The others are in Folkestone, Dover and Ramsgate. Anyway, less of that; what did you mean earlier when you said you like taking risqué photos?"

"I like flashing in public places. The risk of being caught adds to the excitement," Mimi told him.

"Have you ever been caught?" Mo asked.

"Several times," I replied, "but so far we've been lucky."

"Allowing a guy a little grope usually stops any complaints." Mimi added. "If I like them, I have been known to give them a blow; I've even fucked a couple of them. I sound like a right slut, don't I?"

"Not at all," Mo responded. "You just sound like someone who knows what you enjoy. I can show you the sights of Deal if you want to take some photos."

"That would be great but I'm not really dressed for it," Mimi said excitedly.

"We can always go back to the hotel so you can change. I would need to get my video camera anyway," I suggested. We all agreed and set off for the hotel.

When we got back to the hotel, I suggested that Mo and I should have a drink in the bar while Mimi got changed. I asked her to bring the video recorder down with her.

Mo and I went to the bar. "Good afternoon, Mr Moretti," the barman said to Mo.

"Hello Justin," he replied. Turning to me he asked if I wanted more wine. When I said yes, he ordered a bottle of claret. I insisted that it was charged to my room account. We sat at a table with the same outlook as our room. The wine was excellent. Mo must have seen my appreciation.

"This hotel has a superb wine list but lacks a top-class chef," Mo told me. "It is still among the best restaurants in town."

"So how did you know we were in Deal this weekend?" I asked him.

"You must have told your dad because he phoned me knowing that Deal is my Stamping ground." he replied. "It was obvious you would stay at the best hotel in the town so I just contacted the hotel yesterday, asked them if you had a reservation and got them to leave you the note."

"I'm glad you did. I can tell Mimi is really pleased."

"What makes you say that?" Mo asked me.

"Mimi loves older men especially if they have a presence which you certainly have. I could tell she fancied you as soon as we were introduced. I guarantee she will be flirting with you all day and will be hoping to fuck you at some point."

"I'll take that as the ultimate compliment," he replied, "and if you would allow it, I would love to have her."

"Let's see how the rest of the day goes. I never stop Mimi doing whatever she wants."

Right on cue Mimi joined us.

Mo signalled across to Justin who brought another glass and a second bottle of Claret.

"Put that one on my account," Mo said.

"Okay, Mr Moretti," he replied returning to his place behind the bar.

"The view is the same as our room," Mimi remarked looking out of the window.

"Yes," Mo answered. "Peepers' Park and the beer garden of the Mason's Arms."

"Peepers' Park?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"That's what it is known as locally," Mo replied. "The place gets full of peeping toms, especially after dark, as it has great views of the hotel rooms."

"We'll have to make sure we leave the curtains open," I said.

"We'll have to make a point of fucking on the balcony; we can't be disappointing our audience," Mimi added. The three of us laughed.

Mimi had changed into a tight crop top that just about came to the bottom of her boobs and a white pleated tennis skirt that just about covered the cheeks of her arse. The hat was gone; she had replaced her heels with a pair of mules and was now carrying her tote bag having ditched the designer handbag. She sat next to Mo. Placing her hand on his thigh she asked him if he liked her outfit.

"It's very revealing but very nice," Mo replied.

"I just thought I would dress slutty."

"Do you want to behave like a slut?" Mo asked.

"I always enjoy acting like a slut," she replied. Mimi had moved her hand up to rub Mo's cock.

"I think we should go to my club," Mo said, "You can behave how you like there."

"That sounds lovely," Mimi said." We can always take some photos another day.

"Let's finish the wine and I'll take you there," he said. "I need to go to the loo."

While he was away, I asked Mimi if she had had some Duroen. She smiled and showed me the hip flask in her bag. I'd guessed as much because of the sparkle in her eyes.

Mo returned from the toilet. "I'll phone my chauffer," he said.

We finished our wine and went to the front of the hotel where Mo's Mercedes was waiting.

The three of us climbed into the back seat.

"Take us to the club, please Jimmy," Mo said to the driver.

As soon as we moved away Mimi raised her top to show her breasts.

"Do you like these, Mo?"

"They are magnificent," he replied reaching across to massage her left breast. I followed suit groping her right breast. Mimi was rubbing Mo's cock through his trousers.

"That feels like a big cock," Mimi said. "Can I suck it, please?"

Mo unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out. Mimi took him in hand before going down on him.

"Jimmy, take the long route please." Mo said.

Mimi climbed onto the seat presenting her arse to me. I could have fucked her quite easily but I resisted. I did finger fuck her. She was very wet. She was jerking Mo as she sucked him. He started thrusting into her mouth and as she sped up, he came heavily in her mouth. She managed to swallow most of it. She wiped the come that dribbled on to her face into her mouth.

"You have just given me the best blow job I've ever had," Mo said.

"Will you be able to fuck me later?" Mimi asked.

"I'm sure I will but I also know a lot of people who will want to."

"Let's get to it," Mimi said.

"Takes us to the club, Jimmy" Mo said.

We pulled up outside a large warehouse building emblazoned with a sign for "Moretti storage and depository".

"Jimmy, park up and join us in the club,"

"Will do Mo," he replied. Jimmy was the first person I heard call him Mo and not Mr Moretti.

"It hasn't got great kerb appeal but it is a nice club," Mo said as we got out of the car. "I converted the basement. This was my first club and is still my favourite"

We walked to a very impressive oak door with a sign saying strictly members only. Mo buzzed the intercom. The door release clicked and Mo pulled the door open.

"Good afternoon, Mr Moretti," The guy behind the desk said.

"Hello Winston," he replied. Winston was a large well-built West Indian. "These are my guests."

"I hope to see you later," Mimi said to him.

"So do I little lady," Winston replied.

We walked through to the bar. I was impressed with the place. It looked classy. The bar was furnished with leather chesterfield sofas and armchairs around antique tables. There were two card tables with high backed chairs; four guys were sat at one of them playing cards but there was no sign of money or chips. At the far end of the room was a snooker table. Two guys were playing while a third watched. There were several large screen TVs on the walls. Four guys were watching the England Vs West Indies test match on one of them.

Mo gave us the grand tour of the rest of the club. He showed us the concert room. Again, it was very well furnished; I guessed that it could probably seat 120. There was a restaurant size kitchen, a couple of changing rooms for the guest artists both with full bathroom facilities plus separate toilets for the patrons. A raised area at one end acted as a stage. Mimi noticed a pole in the centre of the stage.

"Is that a dancing pole," Mimi asked Mo.

"It can be," Mo replied, "do like to pole dance?"

"I do use a pole in my fitness regime," she answered, "I've also done some pole dancing in clubs."

"Do you want to show me your skills?" Mo asked

"You've already sampled one of my best skills," Mimi said licking her lips and blowing him her kiss, "but I can do a short demo if you want."

"That would be nice," Mo said to her. Mimi walked over and did a cartwheel on to the stage. She approached the pole and started going through her fitness routine.

As we watched Mo said "She is really good."

"She's even better with music and an audience," I said to him. "She loves showing off."

"It's not surprising; she has an incredible body,"

"She also has an incredible sex drive. I'm a good lover but I know she needs other men to satisfy her," I said to him.

"Do you think she would entertain me and my friends today?" he asked me.

"I think she would be disappointed if she didn't," I replied. Mimi came back from the stage.

"What did you think," she asked Mo.

"I thought you were excellent. Our members would love to watch you dance."

"That could happen," Mimi replied.

He led us through a door into a large courtyard that doubled as a beer garden and smoking area. He explained that he had a small apartment upstairs. Leaving the courtyard by a different door we found ourselves back in the bar.

Mo led us to seats at the bar.

"This is Jimmy, my driver and friend," Mo said. Jimmy was as tall as me and well built. I think he was also Mo's minder.

Mimi held his handshake much longer than she needed to.

"I hope I get to hold a bit more than your hand," Mimi said.

"I'm sure you will," Jimmy replied.

Mo introduced us to Jerry, the barman.

"Do you like brandy," Mo asked. We both nodded. "Let's break out the Armagnac,"

Jerry poured three generous measures of brandy. Mimi spotted the jukebox on the far side of the bar.

"Can I put some music on, I fancy dancing?" Mimi asked.

"Anyone objects if my friend puts some music on," Mo shouted to everyone in the room. No one objected. "Go ahead Mimi," Mo said to her, "it will be on free play."

Mimi walked across the bar to the jukebox. She selected six or seven songs and walked back to us. As the first song started, she put her arms around Mo's neck. As she stretched upward her top rode up to reveal her breasts. She pulled his head toward her so she could kiss him on the lips.

"Do you want to dance?" she asked him. He crushed her to him, placing one hand on her bum so he could pull her even closer. There was very little dancing but plenty of groping. The cricket, cards and snooker were forgotten now as everyone watched the dancing.

"Would you like to have fun with me and my friends?" Mo asked her.

"Only if you promise me that they will all fuck me," Mimi replied.

"I think that's a promise I can keep," he replied smiling. He let go of her and I was surprised that she pulled her top down covering her boobs. She moved in front of Jimmy. He bent and kissed her on the lips. She laced her hands behind his neck and as he straightened up, she threw her legs round his waist. He slid his hands under her skirt and grabbed her arse with both hands.

"I'd love to fuck you in this position," he said to her.

"We'll try it later," she promised him. The song finished and Jimmy let Mimi down. She came over to me and asked if I was ok. I put my hand up her skirt and rested it against her very wet panties.

"I am now I know you're enjoying yourself," I replied. "Why don't you do a striptease on the bar?"

"Mo, can I dance on the bar, please," she asked him rubbing his groin.

"Jerry, clear the bar so Mimi can dance for us," Mo told him. Jimmy lifted Mimi onto the bar. The timing was perfect as "Albatross" by Fleetwood Mac came on.

Mimi danced with an imaginary partner, caressing her breasts and rubbing her pussy through her clothes. She pushed her hand into her panties then sucked on her fingers seductively. She stretched her arms above her head causing her top to ride up over her breasts. A few of those watching cheered. She pulled her top over her head and threw it to one of the guys in the audience. She caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples. It was a very erotic show. She ran her hands down her body and hooked her thumbs into the top of her skirt. She pushed her skirt over her hips and let it fall to the bar. She kicked it into the crowd.